Felltree Marsh Mutilate, Maul, Maim, Mangle

He ran at the sight of her, called for those nearby to come to his aid.

Viskani snarled; to her that only meant that he knew that he had done wrong. She would not allow the consequences to be evaded. Taking off after him was no challenge - why he bothered to try at all was the question.

Lunging forward she grabbed him by the scruff, yanking and shaking him like a rabbit. She would not kill him herself, no, that would be too quick. Leaving him to suffer a long, painful death was far more suitable to a man who had subjected her son to such cruelty, to a man who had once allowed his own blood to die to an all too similar fate.

She spotted a nearby rock, and without hesitation not tossed but threw him against it. He was lucky; his back legs hit, but the upper body did not.

The crack of brittle bone, the sight of red blood. Viskani lurched forward again, grabbing the left leg and twisting it roughly until he cried, her back paws harsh on the right.